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“My aunt doesn’t even believe there is a Ship. She says we’ve been here on Pentecost forever.”
“What did you tell her?”
“Nothing. For someone with that view, logic is irrelevant—she’ll believe what she chooses, regardless of evidence. Her religion says God placed us here on Pentecost, and for her that’s the end of the argument.”
“And you?” Peron was aware that she had moved in very close to him. “What do you think?”
“You know what I think. I’m cursed with a logical mind, and a lot of curiosity. (en) |
